The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“I’m going to load it with silver bullets. If you have to shoot a human, silver will still kill him. If you have to shoot a werewolf, it has to be silver, or you’re probably dead. Most packs will want to keep you alive, but if you want to get paid, you need to breed with ours.”

I took it out of my purse and handed it over. She replaced the ammo and handed it back. Only one of the suitcases was clothes. The other one was a small armory. Two assault rifles, four automatic pistols, ammo for all of them.

The clothes did get put in the spare bedroom, even if no one planned to use the bed.

“Is it all right with you if we get naked?” Brigitte asked.

If I was going to hang around with werewolves, I suppose I should get used to them behaving like wolves. I sighed.

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The clothes came off, Brigitte putting them by the clothes washer for washing. Damn! They looked better naked than clothed. I doubted I’d make it a week before I was having sex with one or both. Brigitte looked no hairier than any other female. She did’t trim anything, so her underarms and pubic region both had soft-looking red hair. Like Rene, Conor was hairier than most men I’d seen naked, though his hair was black, not Rene’s brown. His cock, even flaccid, was six inches long, uncircumcised, thick and meaty. I felt my own arousal and I saw Conor sniff and then smile.

“I’d like to see both of you shift to wolves,” I said. “If I have to shoot a wolf, I’d like to know for sure it’s not one of you.”

Brigitte nodded and they both shifted. About a second for Brigitte, two for Conor. His shift was the first time I could actually note the changes taking place. The hair growth, the elongation of the nose and reforming of the bones. It was fast, but viewable. Brigittes was still too rapid to easily follow. I was staring at a rust colored wolf with a darker ruff around the neck, female, and a black wolf with almost a gray stripe on his back. Less black anyway. I tried to imprint what they looked like in case I saw any other wolves who didn’t look like them. Conor seemed to have a big grin on his face, even as a wolf, his tongue lolling out.

They both switched back to human form.

“When you go running in the morning, we’ll be running with you, one as a wolf, one human,” Brigitte said. “We’ll switch off, so people get used to seeing you with both a man and a woman, and know you have two different tamed wolves in your house. In wolf form, we’ll be tame and friendly. You can introduce us to the neighbors, so they know we’re not dangerous. Kids will be able to pet us.

“I’d like to start working with you on self defense for a few hours every day, since you don’t have a job at the moment. We’ll get you some silver weapons, knives and swords, though you’ll practice with steel so you don’t injure us permanently.”

“Okay. What do you want for food tonight?”

“Four pounds of raw hamburger would do for us,” Conor said. “You can eat whatever you want.”

“Apiece?”

“Two apiece,” Brigitte said, laughing.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?”

“Think about that for a second,” Brigitte said.

“Oh, yeah. No diseases.”

“That’s right. Not even a cold.”

I took out two packages of hamburger to thaw, making up just under four pounds of meat. I fixed myself a salad due to all the meat I had at lunch. At supper, I asked Brigitte about the mate she had previously. She said she lost him when he attempted to challenge an older wolf. They didn’t often lose a wolf to a challenge, most wolves quitting when the weaker wolf submitted.

“Most fights aren’t to the death,” Brigitte said, “but the threat is always there. Quinn killed my mate, because he wanted to mate with me. He was constantly making me fuck him. He fucked me after the fight still bloody from my mate. He still fucks me every chance he gets. I fucking hate him. My worst nightmare is having to submit to him while I’m fertile and having to bear his get. I try to ensure he’s never around when I’m fertile. So far, I’ve been successful.”

“How long can you continue bearing young?”

“Until we’re around two hundred, sixty years of age. Male werewolves can reproduce for about another twenty years.”

“So you have to avoid him for the next two hundred years?”

“Exactly, although only about 130 for him. He’s 150 years old. Which is why I leaped at the chance to be your bodyguard. Keep me out of his line of sight for a good long while.”

“If he’s older than Rene, how come he’s not the leader of the pack?”

“It’s not just age, it’s craftiness and wisdom, and your ability to fight,” Conor said. “No one’s come close to defeating Rene in a challenge in the last ten years. Quinn has tried twice though. No one wants him as pack leader. As you can imagine from us needing you to breed werewolves for us, we’re not fond when someone like Quinn kills one of us. Phillipe was a good wolf with a great job that added to our coffers. Gaston pissed off a lot of wolves when he killed Phillipe. He has to order most wolves to fuck him, which makes him even nastier when he makes you submit.”

“Has he made you submit?” I asked.

“Once as a human when I had to suck his cock, once as a wolf, when he fucked my ass.”

“So you engage in anal sex?”

“Everything humans do, wolves do, particularly in human form,” Brigitte said. “Anal sex might be used to avoid children when we’re fertile.”

They spent a couple hours after supper, teaching me wolf language for danger, run, and a couple other common wolf phrases, like I’m hungry or I’m thirsty.

“No word for hide?” I asked.

“You can’t hide from a wolf,” Conor said. “We can smell where you are.”

“I’ve seen movies where you can throw off tracking dogs by putting pepper down. Can I do something similar with wolves?”

They looked at each other. “That might work,” Brigitte said, “if they’re tracking your scent on the ground. If you’re close enough to smell in the air, it probably wouldn’t.”

“Maybe I should put together a go bag for running out of here on short notice?” I suggested.

“It couldn’t hurt,” Conor said.

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When it was time for bed, Conor showered first before shifting and padding down to the doggy bed at the foot of the stairs. Brigitte put an automatic pistol, a . 45, under the bed. She watched me shower, then got in the shower herself, making me remain in the bathroom with the door locked while she washed, her automatic right beside the shower. She climbed into bed with me, and for close to an hour, I was awake, thinking of the beautiful warm body beside me. Brigitte seemed to give off more than human heat.

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